Surrender is your only hope
my age has no device of me
while you danced in petticoats and shorts
I watched milk fall from my mothers breast

Be aware I am not a mortal man
for death walks with me and I call him friend
dare if you can to walk the path my human
for fires of camp are now light to my religion

Never will I trust
never will I rust
like filthy money
in God I trust


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris